Warnings: I have never actuality watched the Anime, so this will be OOC. This is a series dedicated to my friend Yazzy Jensen(Not her real name, just her usual character in my stories). I'm only making it because she wanted me to make one of her and England... This was a bit hard to do, so I read some other stories (Shit... Nose-bled) A.K.A. Reader Inserts, and I think it works. Hope you like it!
Bell had gone to a party at her friend Alfred's house, and he was more than excited over this. Mostly because she never went to parties because she felt... insecure about her weight, even if she was more than athletic. She was rather pudgy for someone who could do what she did.
Then she figured out why. Alfred was going to force her to play Truth or Dare
All her friends sat in a circle except two. Bell had ran, but Gilbert and Castle had gone after her.
"Put me down!" She screamed as they dragged her in, Gilbert holding her by the legs and Castle from bashing.
"Don't think-a I won't drop-a you Bell." Castle warned, chuckling as her friend struggled.
"I told you I'm not playing!" She said, trying to kick at Gilbert.
"Come on Bell, even Kiku is playing!" Kennedy rolled her eyes. "If he can play, you can as well." She winked at her friend.
"I hate you guys." Bell muttered as they set her down in an empty space between Lovino and Izzy. They then sat down in their seats.
"Why are we even in a circle, I thought we were doing truth or dare." She said as Izzy passed her a beer bottle, that she then handed to the Italian next to her who'd requested one.
"Cuz it's my party and I said so!" Alfred laughed.
"I just have one thing I request as a rule." She said. Alfred nodded. "He." She pointed at Francis. "May not come anywhere near my boobs." She glared daggers at him. Once he's gotten drunk and mistook her for Jez, and he groped her.
"Tu ne peux paslaisserque l'onva?" Francis ran a hand through his hair and Jez had a frowned.
"Nope." She said, popping the p. "I had to burn my favorite shirt." She pouted.
"Can we start!?" Alfred whined, and everyone calmed down. "Okay… Arthur, truth or dare."
"Truth." He sighed.
"Have you kissed Yazzy yet?" He smirked. He obviously knew the answer alreddy. Still, the Englishmen and his 'girlfriend' blushed.
"N-no." He said. He then looked around. Everyone went on, and five turns later, Gilbert turned to Bell.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare." She said immediately, playing with her pink hair.
"I dare you to wash the color out of your hair!" He said. Her eyes widened a bit. The entire reason for dying her hair, was because she didn't like the color. But still she stood.
She'd slept over at the American's house many times before, sometimes for a week when her parents would unexpectedly leave. So she knew where everything was.
Her hair dye wasn't permanent, and an easy wash out.
So once she finished up, she began to blow-dry her hair. There was laughing from outside.
No one except for Castle had ever seen her actual hair color. So they were most likely betting on her hair color.
When she was done, she looked at her dirty-blond hair in the mirror for a moment before running one of the three brushes through it. One was Matthews, one was Alfred's and one was Bells.
She spent a lot of time here or at the Vargas's.
So she set it down, straightened herself, and walked out of the restroom. Once out of the hall, everyone looked at her. Some eyes widened, and Castle smiled. Bell took her seat once more.
"Happy?" She asked, looking at Gilbert with a raised eyebrow, running her hand over her hair like always.
The game continued, mostly skipping over Bell except for two or three dares. Then, Gilbert once more asked her, and she said dare.
"I dare you to do a hand stand till someone asks you again." He said. Bell's eyes widened again. She was flexible, and could do a hand stand. Her longest time was twenty-minutes. But how long would it be for someone to choose her again.
But, being a good sport, she stood up. She then leaned down, placing her hands on the floor and kicked her legs into the air. Her over shirt, a rather large flannel fall in her face. But she wore a black t-shirt underneath that was tucked in.
And again the game continued, but no one called on her. Not even Matthew or Arthur. That was a surprise. She was beginning to shake, and took in a deep breath.
"Ve~ Bella!" Feli suddenly said. Bell yelped in surprise and fell over completely now. It's been at least twenty seven minutes. She fell in a way that her legs ended up in Izzy's lap and her feet in whoever sat next to Izzy.
"Whoa." Izzy giggled, turning to the one next to her. "You okay Francis?" Bell realized what had happened. When her feet came down, she'd kicked her French friend between the legs.
"Shit. Sorry man." She said nervously before sitting up again, fixing her hair. Jez had to help Francis calm down, but soon it was all quiet.
"Ve~ Truth or dare Bella?" Feli smiled.
"Truth." She sighed, tired of the dares she was getting. She had even had to sit in Lovino's lap for a while till she was called on again.
"Have you-a had your first-a kiss?" He asked, leaning forward. Bell blushed. Everyone in the group had their first kiss. Hell Feli had kissed most of the girls here.
"N-no." She looked down. "I haven't." She said. "Jez, truth or dare." Everyone had been surprised by this. Bell was a very pretty girl, and she'd had a few boyfriends over the years. But she'd never had her first kiss. Someone was gonna fix that for her.
Five or six times of her saying truth later, and many other people either kissing, drinking, eating or sometimes getting locked in a room with another.
Then, Kennedy said. "Bell!" And she looked up. "Truth or DARE?!" She used a tone similar to Alfred's 'hero' voice.
Bell sighed, finally giving in. "Dare." She said, ready for just about everything.
"I dare you to… kiss either Feliciano or Gilbert." She said, winking at her friend. Everyone stared at Bell in wonder. Her cheeks were as pink as her hair had been before, and she bit her bottom lip.
Gilbert knew she wasn't going to be kissing him, but still winked at her for effect. She seemed uninterested in him, so she slowly stood from her seat and walked to the middle.
Feliciano and Gilbert sat next to one another, and straight across from her and Lovino. So she stepped towards the younger Italian brother whose cheeks were dusted a faint pink.
She got down onto her knees so she sat at level with him and everyone watched intently as she leaned forward, putting a hand on one of his cheeks and then, pressed her lips onto his.
It lasted for only a few moments, and then she pulled back. "J-je t'aime." She spoke in her main language, a small blush spread across her face.
Francis and Matthew gave small smiles, but the younger Italian had no idea what she'd said. She quickly returned to her seat and Izzy patted her on the back.
On Monday, Feliciano saw Bell at her locker, putting her bag away. She hadn't dyed her hair back, and gained looks from just about everyone she knew who wasn't at the party.
He walked towards her, but she seemed to notice him, and quickly scurried off. She's been doing this since Friday night.
Feli couldn't help but feel sad. He banged his head onto the closed lockers next to him.
"Hey man." Alfred clapped the usually bubbly Italian on the back. "Everything okay?"
"No it's-a not okay!" He cried, turning to face him. "Bella keeps ignoring me, and running from me." He whipped his eyes that began to tear up. Alfred frowned.
"You seriously don't know what she fold you dude?" Feli shook his head, looking much sadder than before.
"Ve~ Why? What did-a she say?" He asked. Alfred sighed.
"Dude I think you should ask her that question."
"But how!? She keeps-a ignoring me." Feli pouted.
"Look man, either you can search it up, or you could ask someone who speaks French like Bell dose." Alfred said. "Trust me when I say you won't be disappointed." He clapped the Italian once more on the back before walking away.
Bell sat with her back against the Gym wall, hugging her knees.
"Bell." She looked up to see Matthew.
"Hey." She said softly smiling at the Canadian. He slid down to sit next to her.
"A-at the party." He said. "That was r-really brave of you." He said quietly. Bell nodded quickly, whipping her eyes. She wasn't full on crying, but there were some tears that happened to escape.
"Thanks Mattie." She said. Bell put her head in her hands. "What am I going to do?" She asked. "He doesn't even know what it means." She said. "I thought Francis said it enough that even Feli would know what it meant." Bell whipped her nose.
"I-I bet he'll figure it out soon enough." Matthew gave a rare big smile. She smiled back.
"Thanks Mattie." She leaned over, hugging the Canadian.
Three days had passed. Feli still hadn't figured it out. And this was making Bell even sadder, and somewhat annoying Matthew. Bell was like a sister to him. He didn't like seeing her like this. She was outgoing, loving, and funny.
Now she was shying away, barely speaking to anyone and when she said, it was soft and very serious.
So Matthew was going to do something. T was afterschool that Matthew found him alone.
"Feliciano." He said, louder than usual. The Italian turned to him and it took a moment to click.
"Matthew?" He asked. "Ve~ Hello!" He said, still as bubbly as ever. Matthew frowned. This made Feli frown, because Matthew never looked this annoyed.
"Are you seriously that naive?" Matthew asked, surprising Feli once more. That was rather rude.
"What do you-a mean?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You haven't asked anyone what Bell meant?" Matthew asked. Feli's cheeks turned a light pink.
"N-no." He said, looking down
"Je t'aime means I love you." Matthew said. It clicked again and Feliciano blushed an even deeper shade of red. "You'll find her at the soccer field." He moved out of the way before the Italian could run him over in his rush out the doors.
It was true, Feli found Bell out on the soccer field. She was dressed in a pair of short shorts, a yellow t-shirt and a blue headband.
Her black cleats dug at the ground as she ran, kicking the ball ever so slightly with the tips of her feet and other people closed in to take it. Then she pulled her lag back completely, and kicked with all her might. It flew straight past the goalie and into the netted goal.
"Goal!" One of the other girls screamed excitedly.
"Whoooo! Go Bell!" Castle cheered loudly. Bell ran across the field to hug her friend who sat in the mostly empty stands. She'd won the game. Of course this is a game that was only played by random people, and a few of the actual soccer players.
Castle saw Feliciano and her eyebrow cocked up. Feli didn't know what else to do, so her tried to form a heart with his hand, then jabbed a finger at Bell. Castle seamed to understand and her lips curled up in a smile.
"Hey, he-a knows." Castle said, pulling away from the hug. Bell raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You'll-a know." The Italian girl winked before walking off. Suddenly two arms slipped around her waist.
"Ciao Bella, ti amo."
